"The melody of my heart I can not copy. It beats only for you." She says. "The beauty in your eyes I can not copy. Unprecedented." He says. They both start giggling while blushing and she hits his arm repeatedly, playfully. "Oh come on that was cringe-" :Painter baby you could be the muse, If I'm the lyric baby you could be the note, (record that): ⚠️ TW: Mentions of SA, Mentions of Su*cide (Read with the recommended songs (if any) at the start of the chapter for the best experience.) [This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictiously. Credits of the art used goes to the rightful artist.]